Vague prompt (set pre-africa): hurricane, separation, post-its.

Callie jogged through the halls of SGMW with all the IV bags she could carry. Just before she reached the elevator another bolt of lightening ripped through the sky and the thunder that accompanied it rattled the whole building. With a look of nervous fear she opted for the stairs.

Up in the pit patients were flowing in as if the hurricane wasn't right upon them. In all actuality it was the storm that was creating all the problems. People were getting thrown around by the deadly winds, and bones were breaking all over the place. The scene was truly chaotic and every doctor was feeling the stress. No attending had their hands empty, especially the greatly needed Dr. Torres.

When Callie got back to the ER Mark was the first to catch her. "Torres! I got a guy with maxillofacial skeletal damage. Two fractures in the mandible and a hairline straight down the zygomatic bridge." Despite it being a shitty situation for the patient, Callie's eyes lit up. This was a cool case even in a hurricane. She was about to grab the chart and take over when her personal cell phone started ringing.

She sighed with disappointment before trudging out of the ER to answer somewhere less noisy.

"Torres," she declared gruffly. Her mood softened some upon hearing Arizona's panicked response.

"C-Callie... I'm at home and I think the storm is getting close. I-I think the whole block lost power and I'm scared. Like really scared."

Callie didn't even know Arizona had gone back to their place. She knew the blonde had been hell-bent on getting all her stuff unpacked, but hadn't told Callie she was working on moving in that night.

"Hey it's okay. I'll be right there in-" BOOM!

Another deafening crack of thunder shook the entire city.

"Okayyyy. Well I'll be on the line until the lights come back. Just keep talking to me," Callie said calmly. She would have to settle for verbal support.

"You don't have to be somewhere," Arizona asked timidly. She felt like a big baby being so freaked about the storm. She had spent most of her life between the Midwest and Southwest, where hurricanes were never a problem, so this whole thing scared the shit out of her.

"There is no where else more important Arizona. Just pretend that I'm there okay?" The unsettled peds surgeon took deep breaths to regain her composure. Slowly her heart rate came down as she listened to the sound of Callie's voice.

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"Callie?"

There had been some silence but the brunette was still on the line half an hour later.

"I really miss you. I wish you were here in our place with me."

Callie smiled into the phone, wishing the exact same thing. Then an idea came to her.

"If I told you something super dorky about myself would that make you feel better?"

"Wellll..." Arizona playfully pondered the proposition. "It'd still be an impending storm but I'm sure I'll get a laugh out of it."

Callie paused to reconsider but decided to just bite the bullet.

"If you go in that drawer on my side of the bed, the one I guard with my life... I have this... Um, box thing. Go grab it." Arizona hurried to the bedroom and dug through the forbidden drawer until she found it. She sat on the bed and put the phone on speaker so she could use her flashlight to see.

"Okay I got it," she said. With the utmost delicacy she lifted the top and pulled out a full stack of jumbled post-its. "Uh... What is this Calliope?"

Callie never answered. Instead she let her girlfriend figure it out. One by one, Arizona unfolded the tiny papers and read each one out loud.

"Reminder: Don't mess this up Torres."

"Reminder: She's beautiful and deserves the best."

"Reminder: You deserve someone as amazing as her."

"Reminder: Kiss her. Tell her you love her."

"Reminder: Never stop trying to be a better girlfriend because she won't."

"Reminder: She loves you too."

And Arizona went on and on. By the bottom of the stack her eyes were full of tears. Callie could hear how the blonde's voice cracked each time she started a new one.

"Are these... Are these about me Calliope?"

Feeling less dorky than before Callie admitted, "every single one. I write them because sometimes I forget how to be happy and just love the person that loves me. But with you I never want to forget... so I write it down."

All the right words didn't seem good enough for this moment. If ever Arizona questioned how committed Callie was, tonight, that all ended.

"You're amazing," she said lovingly, to the woman that held her heart.

They spent the rest of the night more or less listening to each other breathe. Somehow they didn't feel so far apart anymore. Callie ignored her pager entirely, remaining connected until Arizona fell asleep. She even waited a while after that, listening to those adorably soft snores. This was certainly a love that she'd never stop reminding herself to keep.